Young Poem by vittal vandavasu

It was autumn flew away
And winter took over the throne
A little boy merry at play
Saw his last sun that shone

He craved the bliss in imagination
Before he ceased to be,
He did play in glee
He was young for death's coronation

To cherish he had a memory
Of playing under the tree
And kissing the cold breeze
Now he gazes at his ceremony

He fought a scrimmage for bliss
To give life to his wish
But of love he was mystic
And to woe he was frantic